Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

The sounds from the television did not stop.

The soldiers carried the urn, which had a flag wrapped around it, down the plane. With every step they took, the newscaster’s voice became more agitated.

It was as if she wanted to etch the name of this hero into the audience’s hearts.

Sabrina could not hear anything else but a buzzing in her ears.

The small urn with a red flag on it was the only thing she could see.

That’s impossible.

How could this be possible? He didn’t even have a chance to look at our newborn daughter. How could he die just like that?

Besides, he was supposed to be in Jadeborough. He didn’t tell me that he was participating in some firearms smuggling case.

She started to search her pockets like a person who had lost all sense of awareness. Staring fiercely at the television screen, both of her hands burrowed into her red miniskirt.

“What are you looking for?” Solomon probed as he noticed Sabrina’s actions.

She was a little dazed. “I’m looking for my phone. I want to call him.”

Solomon kept quiet.

After a small pause, he still gave her his phone.

After receiving it with her cold hands, she quickly dialed that familiar phone number.

“Beep… Beep…”

“Hello?”

you? Where are

drowning person grasping at a piece of driftwood, she instantly started to yell when she heard a voice on the other end of

she was devastated as the person

not Devin. It’s me, your brother,

She paused.

like half a century, Sabrina clutched the phone and heard herself ask, “Then… Where is he? Is

could bring your child here. That way, when he’s being buried,

Thud!

next instance, the phone slipped from Sabrina’s hands

“Sabrina!”

“Ms. Sabrina!”

figures dashed

than Solomon. He did not say that Devin had died but directly told her that her newborn baby had

was nothing more brutal than

only through this method that the woman would

know about this, sooner or

sat on the return flight home, she appeared to have lost her soul. She numbly sat at the window seat, looking ahead

causing her to pat her from time to time, she would

was furnished with white crocuses and was full of mourners. The majority of people there wanted to send him off after

outside the villa, hugging her

wreaths. When she saw the picture in front of her, she could not hold on any longer and felt a sickly-sweet taste in her

child, she slowly keeled over

“Sab-”

“Sabrina!”

crashed over her like a

she blearily